Aero-soul

[Dribble]
I want to go back to the bittersweetness of ninety-seven
My desk a sculpture, bathrooms soaked in graffiti
Your faded face has already been painted
My unknown face, my signature the most wanted
Dribble making a tag, watch your back for more
Adrenaline and every spray pumping freedom
Aero-soul with more wins than the Super Bowl
And you'll run as a referee, but never score a goal
In my city with a fat cap we cover the sun
Reviewing history in flashbacks, black and white and in color photocopying sketches for the parties in Aranjuez and
Maximum respect for my former competition, Sem
Blessed inhabitants of yesterday
I carry HIP HOP tattooed in wild style between hundreds
Slimming down Botero's fat ones
Every wall is a painting that speaks for the whole world. Colombia is a train, each city is a wagon and whoever
Hasn't ridden it misses out, art is everywhere
This is a classic like DJ Kool Herc
This is not a crime, a crime is not wanting to understand it

I am the graffiti, I carry a spray in my belly
Art like never before, freedom as always
The graffiti, who wants to be next
Ask another question, quality doesn't lie

I am the graffiti, I carry a spray in my belly
Art like never before, freedom as always
The graffiti, who wants to be next
Ask another question, quality doesn't lie

[Kaztro]
I came for what's mine, the walls are cold
Their graffiti is deserved, that's why they haven't left
That day I went to see what was happening
Without knowing that the colorful smoke was hypnotizing
Innocent at that time, I was just a sketch
Now I'm another element, carrying my respect
The street turned me into an athletic prisoner
In here I'm still the one who still keeps the accent
Don't despair, I know there's no waiting
What you saw in the morning, I lived it all night
I can't stay still
Art interviews me, barely seen by you and I'm discreet or go tell them we're getting out of this hole
Even if they change their minds knowing we're locals
If these are colorful messes
My life is an institute of painters
Still crying with joy because hands are stained from being honest, even if you live with borrowed blood
Everything connects so there's nothing alike
It's incredible that an image leaves you amazed

I am the graffiti, I carry a spray in my belly
Art like never before, freedom as always
The graffiti, who wants to be next
Ask another question, quality doesn't lie

I am the graffiti, I carry a spray in my belly
Art like never before, freedom as always
The graffiti, who wants to be next
Ask another question, quality doesn't lie